Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Japan,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.